We were barely through the door, when a little boy leapt from the widest staircase I’d ever seen, straight into Brody’s arms. “Welcome, please come in.” She stepped back and nodded politely as we walked through the doorway. Her short, gray bob curled around her plump cheeks as they rose with her cheery smile. Brody reached over and rang the bell and within seconds, a sunny woman in her early sixties answered the door. Waist-high vases sat on either side of the porch with bright, hot pink flowers cascading down the sides. The over-sized, arched front doors were made of dark chestnut wood with wrought iron accents. Their house was even more amazing up close than it was from the street. That would be my in with Blaire all moms love talking about their kids and telling those really embarrassing tantrum stories or comparing little tips and products. Plus I’m excited to see the kids, assuming she hasn’t shipped them off for the night.” I’ve always thought she was a gold digger, and she thought I was a bad influence on Andy. We haven’t really liked each other since college. “You’re not a big fan of Blaire, huh?” I asked as we slowly walked up to the house.
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